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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.