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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.