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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.