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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.