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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.