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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.