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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.