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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.