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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.