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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.