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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.