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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 Houston and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.