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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.