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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.