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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.