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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.