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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.