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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.