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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.