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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
the Association,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.