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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.