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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.