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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
X-102,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.