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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.