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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.