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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
UT,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.