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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.