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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.