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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.