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 Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.