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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Q65,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.