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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.