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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.