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 Andorra and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.