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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.