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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.