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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Pole,
Slave,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.