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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Japan,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.