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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.