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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.