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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.