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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.