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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.