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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.