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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.