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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nas 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.