Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.