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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
The Index,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.