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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.