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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.