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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.