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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.