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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.