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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
DNA,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.