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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.