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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.