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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.