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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.