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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.