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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Magazine,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.