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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.