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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.