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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.