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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Monks,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.