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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.