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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.