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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.