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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.