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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.