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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Franke,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.