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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.