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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.