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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.