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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.