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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.