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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.