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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.