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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
MC5,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.