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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.