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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.