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 Laos 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.