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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.