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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.