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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.