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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.