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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.