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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.