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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.