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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
the Association,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.