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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.