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 Nigeria 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.