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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.