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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.