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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Franke,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.