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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.