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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Can,
The Saints,
PIL,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.