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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.