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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
UT,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
DNA,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.