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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.