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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.