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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.