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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.