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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.