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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Index,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.