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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.