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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.