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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.