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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.