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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.