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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.