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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.