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 India and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.