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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.