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 Costa Rica 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.