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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Technova,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.