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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.