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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.