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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.