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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.