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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.