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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Can,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.