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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.