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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.