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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.