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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.