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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.