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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.