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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.