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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.