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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.