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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.