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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.