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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.