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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Can,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.