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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.