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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.