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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.