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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.