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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.