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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.