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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.