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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.