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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.