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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.