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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.