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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.