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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.