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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Can,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
ABC,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.