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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.