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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.