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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Darondo,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.