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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Fear,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.