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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.