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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Marc Almond 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?
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.