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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.