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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.