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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.