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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.