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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.