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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.