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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.