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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.