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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Mars,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.