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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.