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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.