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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.