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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Scion,
ABC,
Lyres,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.