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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.