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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.