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 Thailand and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
ABBA,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.