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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.