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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.