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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.