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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.