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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Can,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Japan,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.