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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.