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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
EPMD,
Index,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.