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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.