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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Can to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
CMW,
Surgeon,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.