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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.