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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.