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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.