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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Martian,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
MC5,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.