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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.