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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.