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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
World's Most,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.