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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.