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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.