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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.