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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.