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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.