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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.