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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.