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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Aswad,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.