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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.