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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.