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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.