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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Evens,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.