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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Smog,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.