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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.