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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.