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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.