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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.