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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.