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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Faust,
UT,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Martian,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.