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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.