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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Ituana 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.