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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
June Days,
DNA,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Visage,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.