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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.