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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Slave,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.