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 Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.