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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.