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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Organ,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.