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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.