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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.