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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.