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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.