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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Smog,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.