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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.