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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.