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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.