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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.