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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.