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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Wings,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.