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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.