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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
MC5,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.