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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.