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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
MC5,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.