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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.