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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.