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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
cv313,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.