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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.