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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.