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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.