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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.