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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.