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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.