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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.