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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.