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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.