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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.