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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Crime,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Magma,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.