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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.