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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.