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 Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.