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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Erasure,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
The Index,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.