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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.