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 India 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Franke,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.