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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.