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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum 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 dance 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.