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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.