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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.