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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.