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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.