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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.