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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.