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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.