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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.