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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.