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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
UT,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.