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 Niger 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.