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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.