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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.