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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
UT,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Magma,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.