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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.