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 Guinea 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.