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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.