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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.