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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.