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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
The Gories,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.