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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.