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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.