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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.