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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.