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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Brick,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.