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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.