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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Wake,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.