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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.