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 Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.