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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.