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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.