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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.