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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.