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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.