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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.