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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.