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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.