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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.