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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.