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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.