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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.