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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.