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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.