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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.