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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.