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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Can,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.