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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
the Association,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.