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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.