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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.