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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.