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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
PIL,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.