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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Index,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.