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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.