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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.