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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.