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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Nico,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.