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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.