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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.