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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
June Days,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
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.