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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.