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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.