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 Spain and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.