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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.