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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.