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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.