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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 Madrid and Accra.
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 organ 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.