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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.