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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.