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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.