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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.