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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.