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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.