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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.