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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.