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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.