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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.