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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
UT,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.