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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.