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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.