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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Monks,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.