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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.