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 Libya and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.