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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.