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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.