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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Cowsills 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
JFA,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.