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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.