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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.