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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.