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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.