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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.