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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.