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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.