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 United Kingdom 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.