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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.