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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.