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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.