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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.