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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Little Man,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.