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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.