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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.