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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.