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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.