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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.