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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
MDC,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.