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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.