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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.