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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
The Motions,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.