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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.