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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.