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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Deakin,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
The Residents,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.