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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.