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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.