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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.