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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.