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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.