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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Motions,
Crime,
X-101,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.