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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.