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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 X-101 to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.