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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.