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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.