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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.