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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.