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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.