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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.