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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
JFA,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.