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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.