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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.