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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Al Stewart,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.