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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.