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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.