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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
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.