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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.