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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Faust,
Little Man,
MDC,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Dead C,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.