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 Iceland and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.