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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.