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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.