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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.