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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.