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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.