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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.