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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Niagra,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.