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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.