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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Index,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.