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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.