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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
The Index,
Magma,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.