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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.