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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.