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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.