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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.