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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Monks,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
The Litter,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.