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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.