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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.