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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.