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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.