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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.