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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.