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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.