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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rock 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.