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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.