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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Slave,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.