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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.