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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Iggy Pop to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.