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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.