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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.