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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.