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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.