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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Index,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.