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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.