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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.