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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.