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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.