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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.