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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.