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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.