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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
the Swans,
cv313,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.