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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.