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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.