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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.