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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.