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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.