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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.