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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.