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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.