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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
ABC,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.