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 Mali and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Mandrill,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.