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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.