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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.