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 France and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.