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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.