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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.