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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.