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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.