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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.