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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.