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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.