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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.