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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.