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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Pagans,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.