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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.