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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.