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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.