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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.