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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.