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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.