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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.