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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.