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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.