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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
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.