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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.