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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Faust,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.