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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Japan,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.