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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.