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 Cuba and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.