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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.