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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Faust,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.