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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.