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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.