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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Skarface,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.