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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.