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 Algeria and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.