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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.