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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.