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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.