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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.