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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.