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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.