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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.