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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.