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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.