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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.