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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.