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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Monks,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.