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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.