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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Television,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.