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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.