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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.