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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.