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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.