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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.