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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.