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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.