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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.