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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
UT,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.