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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.