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 Finland 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
X-102,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.