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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.