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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.