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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.