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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.