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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.