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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Can,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.