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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.