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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.