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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.