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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.