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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.