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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.