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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.