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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.