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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Monks,
X-101,
Swans,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.