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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.