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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.